ron-bailey:

NYC slumbers

I worship my feet. I don’t expect you to understand.

I slather them with jojoba oil and rub them hard as if they belonged to someone else because UGH pedicures. Instead, I’ll sit in a hot bath as long as I can bear, scrubbing with a rough and sudsy loofah. 

I told my mother about this photo and her response was that she wished she’d documented her body at my age. 

So.